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"What are you picking up?" called the son-in-law.,Unsoiled and swift, and of a silken sound.",He lifts his head here, and laughs aloud, a short, unmirthful laugh.,"Then tell it to me," says Mona.,"Sure of course," says Mona. "Why, I used to ride the colts barebacked at home.",She stands well back from Geoffrey, and then, without any of the foolish, unlovely bashfulness that degenerates so often into awkwardness in the young, begins her dance.,"Don't you think, sir, you would like to get ready for dinner?" says Geoffrey, with mock severity. "You can continue your attentions to my wife later on,—at your peril.",Just now it is blowing softly, delicately, as though its fury of the night before had been an hallucination of the brain. It is "a sweet and passionate wooer," says Longfellow, and lays siege to "the blushing leaf." There are no leaves for it to kiss to-day: so it bestows its caresses upon Mona as she wanders forth, close guarded by her two stanch hounds that follow at her heels.,"She must be a great comfort to you," says Geoffrey from his heart.,CHAPTER XXIX.,"Good by, dear Paul," says Mona, very gently, impressed by his evident grief and earnestness.,"On no account quarrel with Lady Rodney. Bear for the next few weeks (they will quickly pass) anything she may say, rather than create a breach between mother and son. You hear me, Mona?".